An Offer You Can't Refuse

As if caught under a powerful spell and turned to stone, Fromund stared at the crimson coin for a long time - at the blue screen with a long string of digits that were just one number.

Sip.

From time to time, Erik drank his very strong tea in slow, short sips. He had nowhere to rush so he didn't rush Fromund who couldn't believe his eyes.

"Wait... If by betting 300 million you made 450, then..."

Fromund's eyes went wide, then his expression abruptly changed to an annoyed frown.

"You bet on Adam's victory! You figured I'd lose even though most people bet on me winning and... you were right!"

Unable to contain his emotions, Fromund brought his fist down on the table, shaking the dishes and the tower of cardboard pizza boxes.

Expecting something similar, Erik only shrugged before setting his tea aside.

Fromund bit his lip, his gaze lowered to the ground.